If I die tomorrow;
Remember the real me,
Not the chameleon,
The woman
Made of mirrors,
But the little girl
Who lives behind it all,
The one who still
Gets butterflies,
When he smiles,
Cries, when she's afraid,
And listens to a song
100 times in a row,
When it speaks
To her heart.
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Author:
Kora (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 29th, 2026 01:09
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Comments8
I hope you’re alive tomorrow! Great poem
Thank you ♥️
Similiar theme to my nonsense poem just published here - like this very much
I just read yours and liked it very much too 🥰 Thank you for the kind message.
Lovely, this poem speaks to the heart of all that hide behind mirrors and masks. Are we really loved for who we are or what we pretend to be. Well done
As usual, your comments are wonderfully elegant and insightful ♥️ Thank you Soren. Hope you're having a lovely day 🥰
You are most welcome Kora
excellent work !
Thank you so much 🥰♥️
That is so real
I hope so ♥️ Thank you 😊
Ofc
Wonderful wondaful wonderful your words made me think of the Supertramp song "Hide in your shell" think you thank you thank you
Great song! 🥰
Thank you so much for your kind words ♥️
Ive been labeled a chameleon and I liked that line. Good poem overall
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